Can't Get It Up

It's the first time coming around

I know I'm getting ready for it now

I just put a film on YouTube

With a little bit of links so I can set the mood

I'm nervous 'cause we've never met

But you can tell it's on from the flirts in our texts

Then I'm surprised at what happens next

'Cause she answers the door with a six pack of Becks

And some vodka and a glass

I drink and I drink till I fall on my ass

Oh, and we're both pissed, having a good times

I start touching her hand, she started touching mine

And it's all cool 'cause we started kissing

But I could just tell there's something missing

And I'm shocked at what happens next

I couldn't get it up, but I'm now I'm so vexed

What a nightmare

I must've drunk bad

To much in my cup 'cause I can't get it up

I just can't get it up

What a nightmare

I must've drunk bad

To much in my cup 'cause I can't get it up

But she can't get it up

Now I'm starting to itch in my bed and feel sick

She thinks that it's her so she calls me a prick

Gets up and leaves quick, slammed in the door

It's already fucked, might as well drink more

Chance is slim, mood is dim

I don't care anyway I think she's grim

Well, I don't, I mean, I'm just sayin' that

So I can try it by myself and feel less like a twat

Fuck sake can this night get any shittier?

Turns like it can, as I open my Twitter

Scroll through my phone and what do I see

Juney gon' and wrote a Tweet about me

Oh, geez, can't believe I've been exposed

I thought I topped big time, and everybody knows

I really hope to god that it doesn't go viral

I'm never ever drinking again and that's final

What a nightmare

I must've drunk bad

To much in my cup 'cause I can't get it up

I just can't get it up

What a nightmare

I must've drunk bad

To much in my cup 'cause I can't get it up

But she can't get it up

Room spinning I'm layin' in my bed

I'm such an idiot I should've just said

I was trying the best that I can

But none of this shit ever goes to plan

Room spinning I'm layin' in my bed

I'm such an idiot I should've just said

I was trying the best that I can

But none of this shit ever goes to plan

Room spinning I'm layin' in my bed

I'm such an idiot I should've just said

I was trying the best that I can

But none of this shit ever goes to plan

What a nightmare

I must've drunk bad

To much in my cup 'cause I can't get it up

I just can't get it up

What a nightmare

I must've drunk bad

To much in my cup 'cause I can't get it up

But she can't get it up